Ben Lunt
Perhaps we are nothing more than jiggly organ sacks that wobble around on a rock hurtling through space until we just, sort of don’t anymore. Following the logic of Existential and Absurdist writers, my practice aims to address the cosmic horror of everyday life.
In a godless and technologically-infused world where our every waking thought is pre-empted by Alexa’s algorithmic portents, how does the individual come to terms with the finiteness of their unimportant fleshy being? the burden of modern life continues to pressure the individual to retain a sense of anxiousness and unease. Do I constitute an authentic human because I can fill in the Captcha verification on Google?
Ben studied BA Mixed Media Fine Art at University of Westminster and mostly make sculptures.
